Psychedelic Jazz.  Produced by Donnie Kepley and featuring Donnie Kepley and Bryan Forrest on guitar, Mike Griffith on drums and David Orr on vocals, bass and guitar.  Music and lyrics by David L. Orr. ©2014
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Tusko Fatale - 'It's A Pity'  Music And Lyrics By David L. Orr ©2014

The Menstruating Angel and the Snoring Hummingbird

The menstruating angel and the snoring hummingbird 
take turns advancing on the City of the Word 
It’s always over the horizon 
It’s never ever where you stand
 It’s always over the horizon It’s never ever in your hand

The menstruating angel and the snoring hummingbird 
sit side by side they’re both waiting on the word   
It’s a word so rarely spoken                                                                                                                                   No one knows how it should sound
 It’s a word so rarely spoken A word locked deep within the ground

She said, “Talk to me. You silly little sleepy bird. The situation’s gravity must not bring us down.”             
He said, “Oh my Dear! You beautiful bleeding angel                                                                                     Just sing to me when I need a 
when I need a
 when I need a song

The menstruating angel by the shady carousel
 Where the sun so rarely visits ‘the shadys’ sit there for a spell                                                                         It’s a Spell so rarely spoken
 No one knows the consequence
 It’s a Spell so rarely spoken 
No one knows the consequence

She said, “Talk to me. You silly little sleepy bird. The situation’s gravity must not bring us down.”                 
He said, “Oh my Dear! You beautiful bleeding angel                                                                                       Just sing to me when I need a 
when I need a 
when I need a song

The menstruating angel and the snoring hummingbird                                                                                  She asked, “Do you curry favor or favor curry as the herb?”                                                                              For a spell so rarely spoken 
No one knows how it should sound It’s a spell so rarely spoken
 A spell locked deep within the ground

Lyrics and Music by David L. Orr ©2014


'The Menstruating Angel And The Snoring Hummingbird'

Field of Fuel

A lifeless limb hangs at my side
My one good eye has gone snow-blind
I'm chilling in a white field of fuel
Fuel to feed the fire
No one teases Old Man Winter when his jaws are open wide

Staring, wary, silver shivers shake my spine
A friendly stone, he warms my bones
At least until the climb
And tracks that lead to nowhere
Encircle the camp I find
No one talks behind the old man's back when his jaws are open wide

Blackened morsel I eat with the first light of day
It satisfies my appetite
I'm eating in a white field of fuel
Fuel to feed the fire
No one fucks with old man winter when his jaws are open wide

Words and Music by David L. Orr ©1993


Field of Fuel.mp3

Yage!


I've had a million visions on the vine
I walked into a hole and came out the other side
I've had a million visions on the vine
I walked into a wall and came out the other side

I've had a million visions on the vine
I fell into a well and came out the other side
I've had a million visions on the vine
I walked into a wall and came out the other side

I've had a million visions on the vine
I fell into a well and came out the other side
I've had a million visions on the vine
I flew into a mountain and came out the other side

I've had a million visions on the vine
I fell into a well and came out the other side
I've had a million visions on the vine
I flew into a mountain and came out the other side

Words and Music by David L. Orr ©1993


Yage!.mp3

Borneo

Christ old man, those salt stained hands you run through your hair
Have pluck a living from the sea, though maybe a meager share
Wife and child sift through sandy pile of curious shells and bones
Borneo

Crippled peregrine falcon dons his dance
The last one he'll show
While music leaks into the streets of seedy seedy bars and sex side shows
Begging children gather at my feet
They run and laugh, there my wallet goes
Borneo

Words and Music by David Orr ©1993

Borneo.mp3

I Am Awake

I had a friend
He made his living selling vitamins
But last I heard
He had a cardiac arrest on a jungle gym

I had a dream
I was a sainted old gash at Wounded knee
Sitting Bull had me do pre-battle laundry at the watering hole

If there is a blemish upon your psyche
I find it highly likely
You are barking up the wrong tree
Running to your therapist
He who takes care of us, for a fee
What would you like to share with us?
If I am no god
If I am no saint
Who the hell am I?
I am Awake

I had a job
But my urine threw a wrench in a corporate cog
So here I sit
In group therapy 
What a crock of shit 

I knew the Mayor
He wore a Klueless Klux Klanner Red Fuckin Neck stare
Last I heard
He took a bullet in his face while hunting bear

Words and Music by David L. Orr ©1993

I am Awake.aif

Working for Lorne Greene

I dabbled in the black arts and I dabbled in the white
Like a cabbalist I did my permutations deep into the night
But like the lost continent of Mu and the antediluvian kings
Little did I know I was working for Lorne Greene

The Templars and the Masons, the Illuminati
The Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, Aleister Crowley
The Rosicrucians and Saint Germaine and let's not forget Jacques de Molay
Little did they know, they're all working for Lorne Greene

If you treat me like a criminal, by god I will act like one
Maybe I'll make my money running drugs and guns
And if the vice squad come a knocking'

Searching for some sin
I've wired my house with explosives
So gentlemen come right on in
But beware, I'm Lorne Greene's best friend
I'm Lorne Greene's best friend

Words and Music by David Orr ©1994

Tusko Fatale - Working for Lorne Greene.mp3

It is Raining Anita Huffington by TUSKO FATALE.

It is raining Anita Huffington 
And all the playgrounds sound the same when all is finally said and done 
When all is finally said and done
And if I had the strength I'd fight this gravity 
That holds me to my big bed 
Dyings not my favorite cup of tea 
Not my favorite cup of tea
And all the armies step 
Booted feet are crunching of the generals recipe 
My stomach turns like a sun drenched can of worms 
Each digging below the other 
Better to let the others burn
It is raining Anita Huffington 
And all the cemeteries will smell the same 
When all the indian's dogs have gone 
When all the indian's dogs have gone
Words and Music by David L. Orr ©1993

TUSKO FATALE-It is Raining Anita Huffington.mp3

Does Jesus Have Reservations? by TUSKO FATALE.

Did Ghandi drive a tank for Patton? 
It's a little known fact, so rarely mentioned 
I heard it on a talk show over a bottle of grenadine, with something in it
Does Jesus have reservations? 
At a Vegas Hilton for vacation 
I read it in a tabloid over a bottle of grenadine 
with something in it
If Mohammed had a sense of humor 
He could have been a stand up, or so its rumored 
A mooching drunk informed me as he drank my grenadine 
with something in it
If Buddha had high blood pressure 
He would have taken more stringent measures 
To reduce his intake of that evil grenadine, with Betty Ford
Words and Music by David L. Orr ©1993

TUSKO FATALE-Does Jesus Have Reservations?.mp3

The Master’s Gone
Words and Music by David Orr ©1994

Behind a cloud the sun winks at me
Then I see you prance through the meadowsweet
and with a start you notice me, notice me, notice me

I take my time, approach cautiously
you cock your head, most invitingly
What is this urge?  It confounds me, confounds me, confounds me

The master’s gone and we’re all alone
Where you’re from I don’t quite know
Until now I had to play alone
So alone, so alone, so alone

I rest my head against your thigh
So dogs don’t dream, that’s a ‘man lie’
We dream of things man cannot see, cannot see, cannot see

Ten thousand years, one thousand lives
Our paths have crossed somewhere, sometime
The tension mounts with half a growl, and half a moan, half a moan

My master’s gone and we’re all alone
I smell your heat and I’m hard as stone
I won’t be bribed by the master’s bone anymore, anymore, anymore

My master’s  gone and we’re all alone
I need your heat for I’m cold as stone
I won’t be chained to the master’s home, anymore, anymore, anymore

My master’s  gone and we’re all alone
I need your heat for I’m cold as stone
I won’t be chained to the master’s home, anymore, anymore, anymore

The master’s gone and we’re all alone
Where you’re from I don’t quite know
Until now I had to play alone
So alone, so alone, so alone


'The Master's Gone' - Tusko Fatale

TUSKO FATALE was formed in the late 80's when singer/songwriter/psychonaut David Orr met drummer/recording engineer Bob Gurske. Originally it was a recording project exploring the effects of psychoactive plants (entheogens) on musical composition. Shortly after its inception, guitarist Donnie Kepley joined the band giving Tusko the opportunity to perform its music live. 
In 1990 'Roo Records released the self title album TUSKO FATALE containing such songs as 'Psychoactive Salad Bar' and 'The Unfortunate Elephant' (which was named after the ill fated 1962 LSD experiment that led to the death of the Lincoln Park Zoo elephant Tusko in Oklahoma City). 'Roo Records released Tusko's second album 'Prick (of the Pedro)' in 1993. This was Tusko's tribute to the San Pedro cactus though it also contained the song 'Yage' which was about the ayahuasca 'experience'. 'Roo Records released Tusko's 'The Master's Gone' and 'Working for Lorne Greene' in 1995 on the 'Soundings' compilation. Tusko Fatale's 'Bryce, the Skunkman & You' was released the same year on 'Roo's 'Expedition Series #1. 
TUSKO FATALE stopped recording and performing in 1997. 
In 2007 Alex Boese released his book 'Elephants on Acid and Other Bizarre Experiments'. The book cited the ill fated 1962 LSD experiment with TUSKO the elephant and talked about its effect on popular culture mentioning TUSKO FATALE and quoting David's lyrics in the song 'The Unfortunate Elephant'(see the video at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmjhY4Iupzc&feature=related 
David released an acoustic version of a previously unreleased TUSKO FATALE song called 'It's a Pity' in 
2008 (see the video at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XlvuYVKO4E8 
TUSKO FATALE reformed in 2009 and performed a reunion show at the Norva in Norfolk, Virginia. Shortly thereafter, they started writing and recording new material. The song/video 'The Ghost of a Hurricane' was released in early 2011 (see the video at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utH0WSWBtCw). 
TUSKO FATALE'S drummer, Bob Gurske died unexpectedly on July 4, 2011. The band then released their song/video 'Arr... Ain't No Brouhaha' in late 2011 and dedicated the video in memory of Bob (see the video at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zaZCetjwEIg). 
In 2012 TUSKO FATALE released their video for 'Bryce, the Skunkman and You' (see video at: 
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UUbsIg_W-kc ). 
Tusko Fatale was included in ' Hardcore Norfolk: A Story of Rock 'n' Roll Survival', a documentary about the Rock 'n' Roll music scene in Norfolk, VA and surrounding cities from the 1950's to today. 
David has continued to write new material for TUSKO, which he and Donnie plan on recording and releasing in 2012. 
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